"I'm not liking the derogatory words, Chief Moore. Especially knowing your heritage." His body stiffens at Em's words. "Oh? You couldn't see that coming as well? You're my uncle."
"Mine as well." I let my full tooth grin free.
"Twelve minutes." Em murmurs and I know it's time to start.
I take the gun from her hand and point it to the center of his forehead. Then I watch from the corner of my eye as Em withdraws her brass knuckles from her hoodie pocket. I will never forget the first day I saw those in the Precious Blood parking lot.
She slips them on and I watch as her arm rears back and then slams forward into his right cheek. His head snaps to the left in a spray of blood and teeth. I chuckle as I hear the teeth hit the floor with a clink.
"You bitch!" He roars and spits blood onto my girl's hoodie. "I was the one that popped your brother's chest full of bullets. I made him look like a bowl of fucking fruit loops."
"That's good." She nods, her voice calm and void of emotion. "Now we have an excuse to make this as bloody as possible."
I pull the clip out and toss the empty gun on the bed. "No more time to waste."
I grab him by his hair on top of his head and headbutt him. His nose practically explodes on his face, spraying more blood everywhere. Em leans against the wall, watching us as she bites her lip.
Moore falls back onto the bed with a groan. "Hey William," I taunt him with his first name. "Your son consented to us coming in here tonight, knowing we were going to kill you."
"I don't have a son." He croaks as he tries to sit up. "I was nothing but a donor."
"He'll be happy to hear that." Em says as she picks at her nails.
I grab the front of his shirt and haul him back up to his feet. His head is lolling from side to side.
"Eight minutes." Em says.
"Looks like I'll have to cut this short." I hold my hand out to Em and she places her large knife into it.
"There's more of us. Where one of us dies, another takes our place."
"And we'll always be there to cut you all down." I grit out as I stab the knife into the soft flesh of his belly.
He makes a choking noise, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes widening as I slash the knife horizontally along his abdomen. The warm blood runs out and over my hand, feeling like a lover's kiss.
“Checkmate.” Em whispers.
When I pull the knife out, I stand back to watch as he falls to his knees, and his hands try to hold in his own entrails. I hold my hand up and stare at the amount of blood that runs down to my forearm.
Em strides forward, kicks Moore's body to the side, and grabs my face with both hands. "Five minutes, let's make it worth it."
Then she's on her knees, in Moore's blood and intestines, as she opens the fly on my jeans. I run my fingers down her cheek, smearing her makeup, and decide the blood red colour looks good on her face.
She pulls me out of my boxers and has me in her mouth quickly. I groan at the feel of her mouth around my cock and grab her hair in my fists.
She did say to make it worth it.
I slam my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat, and grin when she gags around me. Her throat constricts and her eyes water, as her tears run through the blood and makeup on her face. It makes me want to paint this picture.
“Let me down that pretty throat, Baby.” I tell her just before I slam back in and moan as my balls slap her chin.
The sounding of her gags and chokes are like music along with Moore’s dying gurgles.
My thrusts become harder and faster, my balls tightening with the all consuming feeling of an orgasm. My orgasms with Em are better than I’ve ever experienced with anyone else.
My fists tighten in her hair as I hear the faint sound of sirens. I thrust one final time and cum down her throat.
My girl sucks it down along with my soul and swallows it whole. It’s always belonged to her anyways.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later…
“Mommy!” Sonja screams from across the yard. “Ivy is being mean!”
“Sonja,” I reprimand her. “You know what I’ll say to that.”
“She’d say toughen up.” Her twin Samuel taunts her, he’s five going on thirty.
Yeah, I ended up with twins and they remind me every day of the original. Their eyes even shine the exact same shade of blue. Only Samuel is more like Ember and Sonja is like Emmett.
“Ivy’s an asshole.” Ember says from beside me as she rubs her very pregnant belly.
“She’s like you.” I chuckle as I sip my glass of wine.
“I want to guzzle a whole bottle of that shit.” She moans as she watches me drink.
“Soon,” I tell her and smooth down her hair. “You look ready to pop. Maybe after this one you can tell Vin to get himself snipped.”
“Three is good.” She nods.
“Three is perfect.” I reiterate.
“When will your parents get here?”
“Next week,” I groan and tip my head back. “The thought of having them stay with us for a month is exhausting.”
“It’s amazing how good they are with the kids though.” Ember laughs. “Nothing like how they were with you.”
“And the fact that they accepted I have two husbands? It’s freaking astonishing.”
Six years ago, I married Travis in a courtroom, officially becoming a Greene, and then two weeks later we had a garden wedding for the three of us here at Debra and Scott’s house. It was perfect, Vin was Travis and Emmett’s best man and shockingly, Marlana was my maid of honour.
She’s changed a lot and the two
